Hope for Game Seven

We heard this sentiment several times yesterday on TV and the radio. "I'm just a fan," one NBA analyst said. "I just want to see a Game Seven."

Now we all get what they wanted. In a few hours, I hope Abby and I get what we want: Tickets for that Game Seven.

Two years ago, the first two games of the NBA Finals were ours. We could buy enough to get some for friends. In 2003 fewer people had broadband Internet access, though, so our DSL lines got us a quicker link to the Ticketmaster site than many others used. That was the story we told afterward. It might be a different one today, with SBC spreading its DSL for the last two years. Irony, at that, since the game will be played in the SBC Center.

Ticketmaster is the only way into the arena. Nothing is being sold at the SBC box office. There are those who will want to call, but I have to wonder how many phone orders get filled.

Tuesday's game tickets — those few thousand left to sell — sold out in less than two minutes. We have hope that since we have to weather a Game Seven, Where Anything Can Happen, we can enjoy the ticker tape down the highway, too.

It all flows around Tim Duncan, our superstar. He said last night he's counting on the lift the home fans will give him. We hope to be among those helping out.

That will happen if the Spurs don't do something they seemed to want last night. Like a that torrent of three-point shots, as if everybody wanted to be Big Shot Bob. 8 for 28 won't win a title from outside the arc. Timmy says "we played all year to have home court." We're glad, since his home is not too far from ours.